"I'm going." The three of them widened their mouths, not amazed by the bravery of the person driving the "bulldozer," but by the sheer size of the "bulldozer" itself. Its body was five or six times larger than an ordinary truck, easily occupying the double-lane road below. The enormous tires were taller than a one-story building, making it difficult even for a Level 4 zombie to withstand. The zombies tried to stop this "bulldozer," but under the immense driving force of this giant, not only did they fail, but they were also crushed into minced meat by its steel-plated wheels!
In front of the vehicle was a huge roller, inside which the blade-full rotor was spinning, grinding the zombies in front into paste, spraying out fragments from the back. The stench of black liquid splattered everywhere. Yet, zombies are zombies. Even after being churned in the meat grinder, some still survived, persistently chasing with their tentacles or remaining limbs.
